The other night...which was a Saturday, I had just gotten
back from taking Jessie back to camp for the night. I came home to see my
mom and dad huddled near the computer with my dad holding a broom and a
flashlight and my mom holding two paper grocery sacks. I asked what was
going on and my dad said...I think there is a possum under the computer
desk. We had left the door open all day long to keep the house cool and
to circulate air. Earlier he sat down and was checking his email when he
heard thumping and thrashing under the computer desk. He assumed it was
one of the cats. It kept on so he went and got a flashlight to check it
out. Sure enough it was a possum.
My dad continued to poke at it to make it go towards the door. Eventually the possum got free from under the desk and made its way under the dining room table where it did not want to leave from under it. After about 2 minutes or so...I asked dad for the broom but I used it like a hockey stick. I flipped it over and used the sweeping part of it, you cover more ground that way. So I tried to sweep it out from under the table and it worked kinda. Instead of going out the door, it ended up wedging itself behind the cat food garbage can holder. I moved the garbage can and tried to move the possum out the door. Unfortunately, the cats came in the house and disrupted the progress of the possum leaving the house. So it ended up getting under the dining room table again. Ok let's try this again. Once again, hockied it out from under the table and it went behind the cat food garbage can. (Mind you...we were laughing our heads off while this was going on). I moved the garbage can as quickly as I could, took the broom and maneuvered the possum out of the house. He actually went this time. Before he went outside he pooped on the floor. That is what my dad didn't want to happen. As soon as it went outside, my mom was laughing so hard she was crying and had to go into the bathroom, I was dying...I had to hold myself up with the wall or I would of fell down and my dad just couldn't believe the whole thing happened. It was funny. I took a few pictures just so I have evidence that this bizarre thing did actually happen. These are the times where I wish I had a video camera.
My dad continued to poke at it to make it go towards the door. Eventually the possum got free from under the desk and made its way under the dining room table where it did not want to leave from under it. After about 2 minutes or so...I asked dad for the broom but I used it like a hockey stick. I flipped it over and used the sweeping part of it, you cover more ground that way. So I tried to sweep it out from under the table and it worked kinda. Instead of going out the door, it ended up wedging itself behind the cat food garbage can holder. I moved the garbage can and tried to move the possum out the door. Unfortunately, the cats came in the house and disrupted the progress of the possum leaving the house. So it ended up getting under the dining room table again. Ok let's try this again. Once again, hockied it out from under the table and it went behind the cat food garbage can. (Mind you...we were laughing our heads off while this was going on). I moved the garbage can as quickly as I could, took the broom and maneuvered the possum out of the house. He actually went this time. Before he went outside he pooped on the floor. That is what my dad didn't want to happen. As soon as it went outside, my mom was laughing so hard she was crying and had to go into the bathroom, I was dying...I had to hold myself up with the wall or I would of fell down and my dad just couldn't believe the whole thing happened. It was funny. I took a few pictures just so I have evidence that this bizarre thing did actually happen. These are the times where I wish I had a video camera.
